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Okay, Shoreland and Rescom... enough is enough. I am expecting two packages. I do not expect two pairs of "TESTING ONLY!!!" package e-mails. Four e-mails! No packages! That. is. heartless. Utterly, demonically, heartlessly heartless. I want my computer fixed! For that I need a box! I want to be able to buy books. For that I need the package my mom sent me. Heartless cruel evil fiendish awful barbaric beastly heinous nefarious loathesome wicked unfair test e-mails! I will not stand for this! I will not!
At least my computer is more consistantly dead right now, though. I've decided, based on my more-than-half-a-year of evidence, that what's wrong is with the harddrive motor rather than the discs themselves. All the info's still there. It's just doesn't spin around right any more. The gnomes are tired of pedalling. So, whenever the noise shuts up and it works again, whatever disc checks the tech people run don't turn anything up. Most of the time I spent this morning waiting for buses involved trying to figure out a way to convey this particular problem to them. I've decided I'm typing up the problem sheet this time, because my girly handwriting doesn't seem to lend me any credibility (Oh, she doesn't know what she's talking about, nooo. She's female. Just do really superficial repairs, she'll never notice.) I've also got to figure out a way to explain that the CD drive is not so broken it doesn't work, or even that it doesn't read CDs, but that it doesn't read them consistantly enough to, oh, do something convenient like reformat the harddrive. Or run Knoppix well. Grrr, computers. I've given up on stating things simply. If it takes a hundred-page tome to get my laptop fixed properly, they're getting a hundred pages. I'll make sure it has a table of contents, though, so they know what they're fixing. Because I know anything more than a few lines and they'll stop reading. I wonder if there's a code for "Goshdarnit guys, just scrap the innards and let's start over, okay?"
At least my computer is more consistantly dead right now, though. I've decided, based on my more-than-half-a-year of evidence, that what's wrong is with the harddrive motor rather than the discs themselves. All the info's still there. It's just doesn't spin around right any more. The gnomes are tired of pedalling. So, whenever the noise shuts up and it works again, whatever disc checks the tech people run don't turn anything up. Most of the time I spent this morning waiting for buses involved trying to figure out a way to convey this particular problem to them. I've decided I'm typing up the problem sheet this time, because my girly handwriting doesn't seem to lend me any credibility (Oh, she doesn't know what she's talking about, nooo. She's female. Just do really superficial repairs, she'll never notice.) I've also got to figure out a way to explain that the CD drive is not so broken it doesn't work, or even that it doesn't read CDs, but that it doesn't read them consistantly enough to, oh, do something convenient like reformat the harddrive. Or run Knoppix well. Grrr, computers. I've given up on stating things simply. If it takes a hundred-page tome to get my laptop fixed properly, they're getting a hundred pages. I'll make sure it has a table of contents, though, so they know what they're fixing. Because I know anything more than a few lines and they'll stop reading. I wonder if there's a code for "Goshdarnit guys, just scrap the innards and let's start over, okay?"
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